It’s something like spring here on the farm. The weather is nothing to judge it by, it does whatever it wants to; cloud poofs or clear blue sky, gale force wind or dead still. But in between the meteorological absurdity, life is springing up around the farm.
Check out the new:
Prickly pear cactus
And the cats abandoned by their mom on our yard
One died, but after a brief adjustment period, the other got the hang of life with humans. This was the first time she purred.
About ten days old, she opened her eyes. Soon she was creeping around.
I’m still not sure what to do with a fourth cat, an African wild cat, nonetheless. Even if she doesn’t act like one.
Maybe she’ll grow up and follow her instincts into the bush. Or maybe she’ll help with mouse duty on the yard. All I know is that life on the farm is one day at a time.
That, and the weather better get its act together and bring us some rain.